DISCOVERY
The golden dawn was just peeking over the horizon when Val stepped back into the house. He’d finished smudging the exterior with sage. By his drained face and damp hair from the cold dew, I began to grasp that this ritual was an intricate venture. The rite demanded hours, and considering that he’d had little sleep, the tall order had taken a toll on him.
Ms. Noel once explained to me the importance of a protection spell. The cleansing could only be performed by the craft maker, someone with a particular kind of magick. Any other caster standing in the energy-field might disturb the sacred ground, contaminating the incantation.
Keeping that in mind, and the huge argument between Val and me, I thought it might be wise to steer clear. Besides, right now, I hated myself. Val was r
